A/N - Welcome once again glorious readers! I'm so friggin' overjoyed to see that there's so many people enjoying this! Thanks to those of you that have reviewed, favorited, and followed.

Care to find out why this was so late? Stick around, I'll explain in my closing note.

To clear some things up with this AU, the bite incident never happened, but the murders did (they weren't put in the suits after being killed, however).

A little factor to consider, is that I'm typing this on a device, so updates will be slower and mistakes may be evident.

Disclaimer - Five Nights at Freddy's is owned by Scott Cawthon. In no way do I claim ownership of anything regarding said franchise.

Mike smirked while he reminisced the night he had been welcome to the Fazbear Family, which had happened a little more than a week ago. He and Foxy still screwed around - Freddy still scolded - and Chica had seemed to get happier every single time she gave him his new favorite pizza.

But...Bonnie still seemed anxious around him. She actually appeared to get more so every time he had seen her. Mike simply brushed it off, knowing that she still very well may be afraid of him, and he didn't exactly blame her.

Another strange thing though...Chica. Sometimes she'd be her normal, energetic and enthusiastic self. But other times...she just seemed calm- no, controlled almost. Her movements were static and seemed more like an animatronic's would, but Mike knew these weren't just animatronics. In fact, these were more like humans than the mindless robots they were thought to be.

Casting the thought aside, the twenty year old pushed open his car door and stepped out before entering the pizzeria. He glanced at the animatronics on the stage, then his watch, which read 11:56PM. All the while he was eagerly waiting for the 'bot's servos to be unlocked and them come down to partake in their normal shenanigans.

These mostly consisted of playing board games, 'raiding' the kitchens with Foxy (who only did it for the pirate-y feel and enjoyment)- where they soon after got lectured by Freddy, sometimes helping Chica cook, and...He never did much with Bonnie, whom always hid or shielded herself from him, unless everyone was doing something togeth-

"SCREE!"

"SHIT!" Mike yelled, leaping out of the chair he had been sitting in prior to his fright. He turned around to find a familiar red fox... "Goddammit Foxy, sixth time this week!"

The fox grinned before recalling, "Hmm...I only remember scarin' ye five-"

"That's because you're too busy being a heisterical dumbass to count!" Mike exclaimed while pinching the bridge of his nose. He started to stand, but when he looked up he saw the 'gang' right in front of him, which of course startled him into slamming into the table and chairs behind him.

"Oh! Yer killin' me Mike!" Foxy yelled while wiping an imaginary tear from his eye.

Freddy knelt down to Mike's fallen form before asking, "Are you okay Mike? You kind of-"

"Fine," Mike snapped, "but soon enough, Foxy won't be." Mike stood up and attempted to grab Foxy, who leaped sideways and sprinted down the hall, followed by an aggravated night guard.

"There they go again..." Freddy sighed while chuckling softly. He walked off in their direction to see what damage had been caused.

"Hmm...what do you think we'll be doing tonight? After this is- if this is cleared up, I mean," Chica directed towards Bonnie, who seemed lost in thought.

I'm just gonna be real...Mike will never like me. I'm a robot for God's sake! He doesn't even- hasn't even addressed me! Ever. I guess it was all useless in the first place to think he'd maybe, just maybe, like me...

"Bonnie!"

The purple rabbit looked around anxiously, before noticing it was Chica talking to her, who looked a little concerned. "You okay, Bon? You looked...distant."

"Uh-um, what? I-I don't know what you're talking about," Bonnie played.

"C'mon Bon, we all know you're bad at lying. You can tell me, really," Chica arched and eyebrow and put her hands on her hips.

Bonnie chattered nervously, but continued to deny it, "R-really...I'm fine."

"If you say so..." The chicken replied, humoring her friend's fabrication before she thought, I really need to tell Freddy...He'll know what's going on- or at least have an idea...

Freddy returned with the two ruffians held in the air and dropped them on the floor. He glared at them before announcing, "Okay, you two are going to do some special work tonight," he paused in anticipation before leaving and coming back with two mops and a bucket.

Mike cursed under his breath, and Foxy tried to persuade his way out, "Aww Fred, we were jus' hav-"

Freddy jumped in and corrected, "No, you are just going to clean."

The bear smiled and turned triumphantly before hearing, "I didn't sign up for this shit."

"Well maybe you shouldn't have created the issue in the first place," Freddy turned and retorted. He smiled and gestured for the other two animatronics to go about their business. Bonnie stood up and walked to the BACKSTAGE room, where she normally thought in solitude, and Chica stood up to attend to her normal kitchen-ey duties before remembering to tell Freddy about a...situation.

After the backstage door shut and the destruction-prone-psychos had left, Chica began to speak to Freddy, who was seated in a chair, appearing to have an inquisitive expression plastered on his maw, "Hey uh, Freddy."

Turning around, the bear gestured for her to speak, she cracked a smile and continued in a whisper, "I think something's wrong with Bonnie, she keeps on zoning in and out and- looking stressed and- when I asked her about it, she seemed nervous, and lied, err...I just...Do you have any idea what's going on?"

"No need to worry, it's likely nothing. Trust me," Freddy assured, So...it's true...I've found too much pointing towards it but...why? Why would Bonnie...

Freddy looked back at Chica, who still seemed unsure, "Look, I'll go talk to her, okay?" Freddy pointed towards the room she was in and strode towards it.

Freddy's fist hovered over the door, until he finally decided to knock, "Bonnie? I'm coming in."

Bonnie glanced up at the door to already find it open and Freddy walking towards her. "May I sit?" he asked Bonnie, who nodded shyly as he sat down next to her on the rust tainted worktable. "So, uh...How's it going?"

Bonnie turned her head away, which led Freddy to cut to the point, "Bonnie, look- I'm pretty sure-" Freddy sighed and paused before lowering his tone greater, "you like him, don't you?"

She shielded her face with her ears and tried to escape his glare, but he only persisted, "Bonnie. Do you, or do you not?"

"I-I..." she barely spoke at all.

Freddy leaned closer, putting a hand on her shoulder, and spoke again, "Bonnie, please answer me."

She only buried her face into her knees, which she had been grasping anxiously.

"Bonnie," Freddy budged, more firmly this time and voice escalating. Bonnie cowered further into her knees, trying to escape embarrassment, but it was already too late, and she knew it.

"Bonnie!" Freddy almost yelled, but Bonnie gave in before he could continue.

"Y-yes! I do, I do! Happy now?!" the rabbit screeched and buried her face deeper into her knees. Her voice box was glitching as she choked cries and held her head high in shame and fear. After all, she didn't exactly know how Freddy would react, and didn't want many to know about her feelings anyways, especially because she was a robot, and he was a human.

Freddy's gaze softened as he realized he had pushed to much...and now Bonnie was in tears. Almost, at least, the 'bots can't cry. He cupped a hand around his mouth and decided it would be better to leave. He opened the door before he glanced back to Bonnie, "Look, I don't– won't tell anyone. You have my word."

He shut the door, approaching a table and seating himself. He rested his head on his hands, laying sideways, For what reason did I do that for? I had no specific intentions of doing so...

Time Skip - 5:56AM

Mike slouched back in a chair, nearly asleep. His arms were killing him, the same for his back. He glared angrily at Freddy, who seemed preoccupied, but nevertheless stood up and announced, "Okay everyone, we need to return t-to our locations on our respective stages, and Foxy, remember to close your curtains this time..."

"Aye cap'n!" the fox mocked, saluting his arm in a purposefully goofy fashion. Mike sighed, When am I going to get a break!? He looked up again to find the animatronics safely on their stages, and Foxy's curtain closed with an OUT OF ORDER sign on it. Mike actually never thought about why he was out of commission...But he didn't dwell on it, he was TIRED and wanted to leave.

The night guard walked to the front door of the establishment and unhooked his keys, only to have the door open as he reached for the handle. He looked up and saw his boss, who greeted him with a weary smile, "How's it going Mike? Were the animatronic's any trouble?"

"Oh, uh...Good, good, thanks," he responded, not entirely paying attention.

"Right then, I won't hold you back," Mr. Fazbear stepped aside, noticing his strange response, and tipped his hat to Mike, who walked forward and got in his car, where he proceeded to drive to his apartment.

Following his usual routine, the night guard placed his phone and flashlight in their respective places on his nightstand, and crashed onto his bed, drifting into a deep sleep.

Mike woke up in cold sweat, eyes beating red. He found himself on an unwelcoming metal surface that appeared rather dusty, and in disrepair or neglect.

Mike attempted to look around but found it was pitch black, on attempting to sit up he slammed his head on yet another metallic surface. He reached and squirmed around and made a deduction. He was in a ventilation duct. What the fuck am I doing in here?

He struggled and twisted until he was on his stomach, and found his face against metal bars. He glanced through them to notice a room that seemed identical to that of the BACKSTAGE at Freddy's.

His bewilderment increased as a rumble shook everything, accompanied by a small crack in the air and flash of light from the other side of the BACKSTAGE door. There was shouting and yelling coming from beyond the door, and soon it burst open, a group in the doorway. That group, consisted of Foxy in the lead, the one who had kicked open the door, and behind him Freddy who had his back turned as if dragging something. Chica was next, and Bonnie anxiously peered from behind her, "Are you sure it will work?!" The chicken squawked, gesturing her arms swiftly in the air.

"It has to," Freddy replied, not looking up from the object he was dragging. With a heave, he turned around to a position that Mike could see what he was lugging, and lifted it onto the table.

What in the...Wait a second...That's a body! Jesus Christ! Mike's consciousness was having a constant argument on what was going on. Looking closer, the body seemed burned pretty bad, and had a large piece of shrapnel stabbing into its lung.

Freddy dashed out of view of the Mike, only to return with some sort of strange, cyan bunny costume. It seemed similar to that of Bonnie's, but had a male build and was a tad shorter. It had blush marks on its cheeks, but other than that, it had fur and looked almost animal, just like the others.

Then what happened next Mike couldn't comprehend. The man had woken up. Mike had thought that all of the blood and pain would keep him out for whatever was about to be done to him. The person on the table looked around painfully and winced while choking on blood.

Freddy looked down at him nervously, before he set the suit on the table. The man took one glance at the bunny costume and widened his eyes, attempting to scoot away but was held down by Chica and Foxy. "Keep him still for a little, I need to adjust this..." Freddy commanded, cranking open the head on the suit.

"F-freddy are you sure this is necessary?" The purple bunny asked, concerned and afraid.

"If he is to survive - in a sense - this is our only chance. Chica, Foxy, you can let go now...I'll be the one to carry this burden..." Freddy motioned for the two to release the man, and he picked him up by the shoulders. The injured man squirmed and cried, but Freddy only moved him closer to the suit.

Mike had paid enough attention to that phone dude to know what was going on. He turned his head and shut his eyes, only to hear a sickly snapping and crunching of bones and bodily fluid gushing about. A blood curling scream pierced Mike's ears-

Flying upward, Mike glanced around briskly to find himself in his room once more- it was all a dream... "W-what in the fuck was that?" Stuttering, Mike rose from his bed and checked his clock, it read 6:43PM.

He walked out of his apartment and breathed in the fresh Autumn air, before he remembered something he had purchased a few days before. He had wanted to get his new 'family' some presents for their kindness and acceptance of him. No one had ever accepted Mike as fast as they had.

For Freddy, he bought a vintage black top hat with a golden stripe along the rim, and he had to admit that it had some damn fine class. For Foxy, an eyepatch made with real, Caribbean, purebred cattle, that had fine spotted leather (or some other super long title you can't remember). For Chica - although seeming generic - he had got a Kiss the cook apron along with an authentic Italian chef cap. And for Bonnie, he had bought an extremely fine woolen scarf- pretty sure that it would help him gain a few 'relationship points.'

Any who would ask Mike how he could obtain items with a net fee around $500, he could only stress to said people that saving money was the only thing he had going for him.

Running back up into his apartment, Mike grabbed everything, now almost forgetting his dream. He drove to the restaurant with all items in the duffel bag that was in the passenger seat of his car. Sure, he was a little early, but he kinda...he kinda wanted to see Emily. He liked Emily, a lot. And tonight, he was finally going to ask her on a date. Now, they of course weren't supposed to go no the date until Sunday, which happened to be the next day, as Monday through Saturday were the days the establishment was open.

Pulling into the parking lot, Mike departed from his car and walked through the doors. He was soon greeted by a familiar voice he recognized as his manager, "Ah! Schmidt, you're just in time. I need your help," he hurried over to the night guard. "We've got multiple employees missing today, and I can't hold down this place on my own!"

Raising an eyebrow, the youth questioned his boss, "Uh...? Who's gone?".

"Yeah, the uh...red headed engineer guy- Alex, the day guard Clyde, and the receptionist-"

"Emily?" Mike asked, shoulders sagging slightly

"Yeah, uh, her." His boss justified, "Look, I need you to help around, and without her here I can't have these new delivery papers signed because I have to deal with these expenses- just, a guy's coming at eight, sign the papers, and help carry the stuff inside."

Facial expression filling with askance, Mike attempted to pry information on the delivery from his boss, but he unfortunately left in a rush, leaving Mike puzzled.

Mike sat in a chair, observing the parents trying to control their children as they stared at the 'bots in awe, then the band on the stage. He smiled, thinking and glancing about until he recognized the sound of a large truck backing into the parking lot outside. Pushing open the door, he greeted the delivery man stepping out of the vehicle.

He spoke, distracted, "Are you a...Mr. Mike Schmidt? I got a call sayin' that you was gonna sign this stuff and get it inside."

"Oh, yes, that's me," Mike replied, signing a few lines on a thick waiver and heading to the back of the truck, following the driver.

The man pushed up the back panel and stepped into the truck, using a crowbar to lift a crate onto a cart. He kicked down a ramp and pulled the cart down it.

Mike led him over to an alternate entrance as to not disturb the customers, which went directly into the backstage. Entering through the door, Mike turned to the man and signaled to open the crate with his 'trusty crowbar.' A snap across the vertical beam yeilded for all sides of the box the collapse outward.

Mike recoiled, fearful, "My God..."

A/N - Sorry for being so late, but hey- at least I did it within a month. Writer's block had me in a headlock, I had a lot of essays, tests, family issues...I'll update faster next time, trust me.

See you another time, glorious readers!